Even the brave must survive to be brave later |
Upon a stormy night, a storyteller sat Hunched over a fire with the audience of children His eyes though tired were suddenly alight “I’ll tell you all a tale if you promise to be good.” ‘A knight set forth with a mind to vanquish He was sure there was nothing in place him to deter For once upon a winter of the yesteryear He’d let one glance slip, and had almost lost a limb. So now, he was off to the deep of the wild His cousin by his side, a sure hand indeed to trust Though he was constantly existing on his high horse He indeed was a noble with a loyalty fiercely ferocious. To travel days and days, they all seemed to be used Until they stumbled upon a magical landmine A leprechaun with one eye and teeth like rhino horns Held out a stumpy hand and denied them passage. “You have stepped on my landmine,” he droned “And for that, you must pay and quite dearly so For my dragon has awaited a battle with the sons of men And you just happen to be what I have trapped.” Cousin’s high horse faltered at the mention of dragon His heart, like a lad’s, raced faster than the Nile Alas! He was pale, he looked like he would faint The knight, with surety, was almost in laughter bursting! “Behold, there is a castle,” the knight managed to say Just east of that boulder, where the sun beams direct There shall you find all the captives that you seek And if that is not enough, you can have all the gold.” At the mention of gold, the closed eye popped open For a second, the creature seemed like an innocent in wonder And that, just that, was all it took Like rats out of bondage, they galloped on away! So, children, learn to see the weakness where it is And don’t let a moment pass when you have the chance Scamper and struggle to save yourselves After all, it’s always been the law of the jungle.’ |